Deucalion Family One-Shots

Matching Sweaters and Other Holiday Antics

"Are you actually kidding me right now?"

"Nope!"

"You seriously got us-"

"Matching Christmas sweaters?"

"Yup!"

"..."

Jupiter was sitting at his desk in his office with the two children he was guardian to in front of him, each holding a knitted bundle of wool. Undoubtedly Christmas sweaters. And yes, they were indeed matching. Both were striped with green and red, but the lines were different sizes – one had larger green lines than red while the other sweater had larger red lines.

"Come on, put them on," Jupiter insisted, very much enjoying himself he did every year when he got Morrigan and Jack winter objects in the colours of the two Christmas idols. He was thinking about giving them scarves next year.

Sighing, the two teenagers reluctantly pulled the sweaters over their heads. Straightening them up, they turned to look at each other, sharing one of their looks before turning back to Jupiter.

"So, what do you think?"

"It's... comfier than I thought it would be?" Jupiter smiled at his scholar who seemed to be warming up to the sweater, looking rather happy with it.

"It's not itchy," Jack noted, looking bewildered, "not like Grandma's Christmas sweaters." He shivered while Jupiter grimaced, leaving Morrigan to imagine what the two had been through with Grandma North's Christmas sweaters.

"Well, alright then you two! I have a few hotelier things to tend to and Christmas time is no time for two teenagers such as yourselves to be lazing around doing nothing! Out you go, I'm sure Fen can find something for you to do," Jupiter winked, shooing the two now surprised looking teens out of his office.

"Well, that was... interesting," Jack stated, pulling at the hem of his sweater sleeves.

Morrigan nodded in agreement, "What do you think the hotelier things were? Frank again?" She asked as the two made their way from the third floor up to the fourth floor, where their rooms were.

Jack grinned, "Probably."

Turning around a corner, the two met the glare of none other than Fenestra, looking grumpy as ever.

"Oh, hello there, Fen."

"Have you seen a mousewun anywhere?" the Magnificat inquired, staring them down.

"Umm... no? Sorry?" Morrigan said glancing at Jack who was obviously trying not to laugh.

"We'll tell you if we see one, just don't kill it. And if you do, don't give it to Uncle Jove like you did that one time four years ago, it traumatised the poor man."

"No promises," was Fen's response as she sauntered past Morrigan and Jack, whacking them with her tail as she turned down the hall.

"She brought Jupiter a mousewun? Minor or major?"

"Yep. She did, major, luckily... well, sort of – most people just passed it off as an ordinary mouse. He was a thief too."

"Really?"

"Yup, the whole Christmas cheese supply gone within two days," Jack chuckled at the memory, "anyway, grab your coat, let's go for a walk, I don't think either of us wanna be here when Fen finds that mousewun."

The two teens rushed to their rooms to grab the necessary winter gear and met back up in the hall.

"So where are we going?" Morrigan asked, tugging her gloves on.